Let's Pretend We Never Happened

Chapter 10- Question for a Question

Chapter 10 - Question for a Question

“Hey! I’m back!

Hello?

Landoooon!!!”  I howled, shutting the dorm room main door with the rear of my foot.

I dropped my suitcases on the floor with a thud.

Whilst dropping me off to St. Andreas, Brandon had regrettably (at least for me) informed me that he refused to go upstairs to my dorm.Therefore, I was left alone to lug two elephant sized suitcases around and up the building.

Brandon even declined to greet Maybel, who was sporting quite an oddball of a pink polka dotted dress this morning.

She called me Brittany this time, and once again, commented on how she liked my name.

Brennan was surprisingly not annoyed about the road trip...well that is until we entered the mighty gates of St. Andreas, -or as Bren thought of it: the hell in which he was dropping his girlfriend off to.

He and I laughed and joked about and sang (or rather, screeched) along to all the oldie music he liked and the occasional hipster indie music I favoured while I reminisced our summer road trips when we were 10.

Anne would of course, drive, while Brennan and I sat in the back, licking orange popsicles and trying to figure out who’s tongue was more orange.

Brennan never won. Later I found out, he did it on purpose to let me win.

He’d eat half his Popsicle and innocently put the other half in his Hey Arnold backpack so that his tongue would be less orange-y than mine. That was a huge aspect of why I loved Brennan so much. He’d sacrifice something so important and sacred (the few chances we had to eat orange popsicles) to him just so I could win. More importantly, he’d never even tell me he’d do it.

Brennan was fun to be around in every road trip I had ever had the delight to take with him. This one was no exception.

He blasted ‘If I Would Walk 500 Miles’ by the Proclaimers and kept me jacked up on fresh cans of Arizona throughout the trip like a good boyfriend always does.

However, as soon as we entered St. Andreas, Brennan completely morphed into a Grinch...without the Christmas.

When I asked why he wouldn’t accompany me upstairs and see my dorm, he mumbled something about not wanting to see my roommate, whose name he always conveniently forgot.

Well whatever, not like I can do anything to help that.

“Landon!!!” I screamed again, hoping to be answered with a shout back this time.

Unfortunately, I was not granted this wish.

I sighed, exasperated at the fact that he wasn’t present to greet me. I had reminded him about a dozen times that I was to return on the Sunday.

But of course, Landon had better things to do. He was probably off with some playboy friend or a new girlfriend or whatever, not like I cared.

With a grunt, I lifted up my profoundly heavy suitcases and with my right foot, pushed the door to my room open.

It was exactly the same as I had left it. The navy blue walls were just as navy blue as I’d last seen then, the bed was just as perfectly made, the bathroom door was just as ivory colored and while the ambience of the room wasn’t exactly home-like (which was what my room in Anne’s apartment felt like), it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable either.

All in all, I had just entered the same room as a few weeks ago when I first laid eyes on it. Nothing had changed.

Which was honestly a colossal surprise.